The mixture of police sirens and the ambulance's siren wafts through a peaceful street in Seoul. The sirens caught every neighbor's attention, causing them to huddle around the building, peeping on what's going on. As for the residents of the building, they stayed indoors and simply looked out their windows to get some context on what's going on.
The entrance doors of the building were opened widely before moments later; the medical team came out with a body bag on a gurney, containing Haru's lifeless body. Swiftly but gently, they lifted the gurney and brought it to the ambulance. Once everything and everyone was settled, the ambulance drove off to the nearest hospital.
I watch everything unfold at Haru's living room window. The police just finished asking me a couple of questions and I answered all of them truthfully. They are currently taking pictures of the crime scene after the body was taken photos; to pass time, I look out the window to see what's going on down there. As I looked out, I could hear the murmurs of the people surrounding the building. Terror was in their eyes as their faces were contorted with the feeling of unsafeness. The peaceful and safe place they once knew, was now a crime scene.
The shutter of the cameras suddenly stopped, and out of curiosity, I looked over my shoulder and saw the policemen packing up and ready to leave. The officer who asked me questions turned his gaze to me and motioned me to leave, with them. Catching his message, I complied and walked over to join the officers as they left the unit. Once all of us were out, they taped the door with police tape, expecting no one to enter the room but the authorities.
As we approached the entrance doors, the murmurs I heard from the unit was becoming more and more audible. I walked out of the building with two officers on my side, while the majority of the officers were following us from behind and some were ahead of us. News journalists, reporters and a bunch of camera flash welcomes us. The journalists and reporters practically shoved their microphones in my direction, all of them were asking me questions; but since they all spoke at the same time, I couldn't understand anything. Even if I did know what their questions were, I refuse to respond.
Thankfully, the other officers came into the scene and pushed them away from our path. There was very little space for us to move, but now that the reporters and journalists were gone, we were able to walk faster to the officer's car. However, the flash photography didn't stop. It only got worse when the journalists and reporters were dragged out of the scene. At that moment I realized, I might be all over the internet in a few hours or by tomorrow. Luckily I didn't have any cuffs on my wrists or else they'll think I'm the criminal.
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